June brings to mind graduations, blushing brides, and celebrations. Usually.

Just last year, we celebrated my son's graduation from Visible Music College in Memphis,TN.

For me, June 7th, 1974 is a different type of anniversary.

I had a stroke that day.

No warning, other than the intense headache I had walking home from school.
I ate dinner, as usual, while still suffering from this awful headache.
My mom, a single parent, was working and I was pretty much left to my own devices.

It was prom night. (I wasn't going.)

My boyfriend noticed I wasn't seeing right, (I couldn't look at him squarely because I could only see out of one eye).

My speech was slurred.

I don't remember much from that time.

I remember a neurologist asking me why I didn't die.

I remember telling him, "It's not time yet." I was sixteen at the time.

Mind you, I did not know Jesus as my personal Savior yet.

But He sure knew me!Of that I am convinced!

In "Come Away My Beloved", Frances J. Roberts writes:
"...I want your life, character, and personality to be as beautiful and lovely as I visualized you to be when I created you. Much has not developed perfectly. Some early beauty has been marred. Live close to Me, and let Me remold and re-create until I see in you the image of all I want you to be...You have not chosen the pleasant path...you have often misconstrued My will and felt that only in sacrifice and suffering could you please Me, while much of the time I have longed to deliver you... You have gone far enough in this way. I offer you My path now, if you are strong enough to accept it. It has been there for you all along. You can have it even now if you will...I have waited for you...

So each year, this day is a retrospection. I know I felt His presence with me, even though I did not know Him yet.

My mother, while she was alive, would call me every June 7th, to ask if I was alright, even if she had spoken to me the day before. I used to smile and say, "Yes Mom, I'm fine", as if saying it would make the past less real; could erase the visions she had in her mind of me, frustrated, unable to communicate.

Frances continues: He writes--
"I only want you to live with Me as a person. I have waited for you to wear your self out. I knew you would find it eventually--the secret of silence and rest, of solitude and of song.
I will rebuild your strength--not to work again in foolish frenzy, but just for the sake of making you strong and well. To Me this is an end in itself. Make it your aim and join with Me wholeheartedly...Many joys are waiting yet."

This was my studio today.
I have no less than 7 projects going at the same time.

I love this!

Although I am a mise en place (a French term that means 'everything in place') kinda girl, especially when it comes to my sock drawer, a messy studio is a delight to me.

It means I'm doing.

It means the creative juices are flowing.

It means I've gotten excited about my passion again.

It means I'm doing work I was created to do!

So I am not surprised to read in my beloved copy of "Come Away My Beloved" by Frances J. Roberts, these words:

"...There is work to be done, and I need you as a vessel through which to work......I want to do a beautiful work.......There will be inconveniences to be born, self-pleasing to be laid aside, and sacrifices and pain--but what a blessed reward I have in store! Yes, in store foryou, if you are able to let Me use you the way I desire....

You are not unworthy; you are not unprepared.
You have no reason to hold back...draw closer to Me, and I will pour My love out upon you......Lo, I wait for you..."

You have read that "the letter kills, but the Spirit gives life" (2 Corinthians 3:6). I have a deeper revelation of this truth to give you if you can recieve it. For the Spirit operates in a different realm than the Word. The Word deals with you on the plane of your everyday living. It governs your conduct in daily affairs...

But in the Spirit, there is a life awaiting that would draw you out beyond the confines of the natural world. The Spirit of God operates in the realm of the supernatural and the infinite.

Do not hold back in wonder and disbelief. Accept My life in the Spirit as it is. Do not require Me to operate within the limitations of your life. I am calling you to give My Spirit within you the liberty to move out into the dimensions of the infinite.

Breathtaking? Perhaps. But how could you expect anything less of Me? Push open the door. In the dazzling light of My presence you will see much that is now obscure to you because you have chosen to walk in the darkness. I have better things for you--things in keeping with Myself. You have not truly known Me. You have been hindered in your comprehension by what you have read and been taught. There is very little more concerning Me that you can learn from human sources. You can know Me in the Spirit only when you go deeper in your worship. I am not found in textbooks but in sanctuaries...Only the heart that is melted in devotion is pliable in My hand. Only the mind that is open to the Spirit can recieve revelation.

Labor not to be wise but to be yielded, and in your attitude of submission to My Spirit I will instruct you in My truth. There will be death and there will be a glorious resurrection. The letter will convict of sin and prune away the old fallen nature, and the Spirit will bring forth within you a life that will never die. It will have faculties of perception not to be compared with the physical senses...It shall increase and develop as you move on into God, and you will...discover a more glorious way.

This passage best describes the difference the Daniel Fast has made in me up until now, but the possibilities are endless. It's a deeper, more honest relationship between my Savior and I. Words do not do it justice; it simply is MORE. Waiting...to see what's next.

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